Quote by Tite Kubo

I have always been afraid... Always been pretending to follow you closely, alwyas been pretending to sharpen my teeth, when the truth is, I am ... scared to death just treading on your shadow.


I have always been afraid... Always been pretending to follo

Summary

This quote reflects the speaker's admission of fear and his constant facade of strength and confidence. He confesses to pretending to be knowledgeable and powerful, perpetually following the person he addresses. However, in reality, he is crippled by an overwhelming dread, merely navigating their presence anxiously. The quote illustrates the extent to which fear can obscure and undermine one's true intentions and emotions.

By Tite Kubo
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